[ It's a considered move. He's not surprised she made it. He's just struck by the impulse to ask her if that means he did this right - if it's taken some small part of the weight of obligation off her shoulders.
He could send her a message. Check in, see how she's holding up. He's thought about it before now, but it never seemed appropriate.
He shouldn't be almost relieved to hear from her, especially not when it can only be a less than pleasant reminder of an evening she can't want to remember. ]
Don't thank me. I'm just passing information along.
And I didn't know you two knew each other.
[ One of her friends. One of three small crosses shoved into the dirt in the woods. ]
Death's like that where I'm from. Final. Apparently, we're not as much the norm as I'd have thought.
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He could send her a message. Check in, see how she's holding up. He's thought about it before now, but it never seemed appropriate.
He shouldn't be almost relieved to hear from her, especially not when it can only be a less than pleasant reminder of an evening she can't want to remember. ]
Don't thank me. I'm just passing information along.
And I didn't know you two knew each other.
[ One of her friends. One of three small crosses shoved into the dirt in the woods. ]
Death's like that where I'm from. Final. Apparently, we're not as much the norm as I'd have thought.